The Mystery Grocery List

I was making my grocery list the other day.

Milk.

Juice.

Bread.

I asked the kids if they would add to it.

They happily added:

Chips.

Goldfish.

Ice Cream.

You know, the staples around here.

Then Cole brought me a list he had made.

He can't write yet so he drew me his list.

How adorable is that?




Can you guess what it is?

I know it is quite obvious, but in case there is any doubt, let me share.

Hmmmm.

What about tomorrow?

I am dying to see what you think they are.

There will be a prize for the one with the most correct answers.

Happy guessing!

Where In The World Is Wendi?

I am here.

I wish I could tell you I had been whisked away to some remote, tropical island.

That my friends did not happen.

You see...my family of three computers became a family of ONE computer.

MY. COMPUTER.

And while the computer dude is busy adding more RAM, I have had to learn to share.

Have I mentioned I am not good at the sharing?

I am not.

Especially when it involves the vehicle to all my news weather stock reports entertainment.

Namely blogging and twittering.

Today I have announced to all that the laptop is MINE!

And MINE alone.

We will see how long my selfishness lasts.

I've Still Got It...maybe

We entered the pizza establishment buzzing with loud laughter and silly giggles.

We had been seated in a secluded area of the restaurant for obvious reasons.

We found ourselves separated from the rest of the pizza population by a small partition.

The birthday girl and her friends made their way to the buffet and returned with loaded plates.

I followed.

I was just before ingesting a large mouthful of salad when a waitress from another section of the restaurant came over and sat down across from me.

"Is there a problem?", I asked.

No, she replied.

"One of my customers was wondering if you were married?"

Huh?

I can't remember if I spit the lettuce out or if I managed to choke it down.

I just sat there with my mouth gaping open.

"Are you joking?" was all that I could utter.

"No, my customer asked me to come over here and find out if you were married or not."

"Yes, I am married."

As quickly as I answered she was gone.

But wait.

I didn't ask her who was asking.

Not that it mattered of course.

But it did matter.

And I couldn't just stand up and peer over the partition.

I tried to recall the guests I saw upon out arrival.

Hmmmmmm.

There was an older gentleman walking with a cane.

The younger college guys in the corner.

And then there was that one woman with the asymmetrical haircut that.....nah.

I will never know.

I was too chicken to look over and scan the restaurant.

I wanted to bask in the moment that I still had it.

Then my Claire brought me back to reality.

"It was probably that "M" on your forehead."

"Thanks Claire, I will add Married to the list of things my wrinkle stands for!"

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday!

This blog carnival was created by MckMama.

You can head over to her blog to see what everyone else has not been doing this week.

I did not have every intention to post daily on my blog last week.

I did not fail miserably.

I do not miss my blog buddies.

And their comments.

I do not feel validated when they leave them.

Nope, not me.

When Claire asked me for a sleepover for her birthday, I did not say, "No!"

And I certainly did not say it two seconds after she asked.

I would need time to think about it.

Which of course would not take two seconds.

And when she asked me for the second tenth twentieth time I did not answer with a resounding, "No!"

She did not finally get the message.

I did not offer to take her and a few friends to dinner and a movie.

She did not take me up on the offer.

I did not spend my Friday night with giggling, talkative, oh so dramatic ten-year-old girls.

And it was not one of the easiest parties ever.

I did not get "hit on" while attending said party.

More details will not show up in a future post.

What about you?

What haven't you done this week?

I would love to know!

Join all the fessing up over at MckMama's place.

My Baby Girl is TEN!

Don't adjust your computer monitor.

Don't check your google reader.

Yes, it really is me.

Posting three days in a row.

I told you I would be back to my old blogging self for the summer.

Just try and get rid of me.

Actually, please don't.

I am kind of fond of you, my loyal readers.

And your fabulous comments.

Now where were we?

Oh yes...today's post.

Today is the birthday of my middle child.

My only daughter.

Claire.

Whom I love and adore more than words can say.

She is ten.

She thinks she is twenty-five.

I have assured her I am not old enough to have birthed a twenty-five year old.

Most days Claire is delightful.

A breath of fresh air.

Entertaining.

And other days....well....let's just say....she's not.

This past weekend was her dance recital.

She performed beautifully.

She is a natural on stage.

Sometimes what she comes up with off stage makes us laugh.

Friday I picked up the traditional arm bouquet of flowers for my dancer.

Trying to keep her from seeing them is impossible.

The flowers came with a traditional card to be filled out with loving sentiments.

I chose not to fill it out because she would obviously know who gave the flowers to her.

Obviously.

Because I had not filled out the card...Claire decided she would be a dear and do it for me.

This is so typical of Claire.

Writing her own youdidagreatjob card.

She keeps us laughing and on our toes.

Our lives would certainly be boring without her.

Happy Birthday my little Claire Bear!

A Memorable Mother's Day

Let's just pretend for the sake of pretending that this post was submitted on or about Mother's Day.

That is when I intended to post it.

But a little something called exams got in my way.

Anyhoo.

I had a wonderful Mother's Day.

Cole painted this lovely portrait of me.

You would know it was me anywhere....right?

I am sure he painted my hips that large due to the fact the blue dress obviously had a very large crinoline underneath.

Obviously.

And I rarely, if ever, wear red lipstick so I am not sure where that came from.

Hmmmm.

It has a slight "vampirish" look to it.

Maybe my Twilight obsession has gone too far.

I love it though.

And if that gift wasn't enough, my children always say the sweetest things to me.

The kind of things that would make any mother weep.

While rubbing my toned fluffy upper arms after lunch Cole announced that he loved my "fatness".

Awwww.

Moments later Claire asked why I had an "M" on my forehead?

I reached up thinking I had a piece of food or a sticker on my face.

I felt nothing.

I ran to a mirror.

I saw nothing unusual.

I turned around and asked where she saw the "M" she spoke of?

"Between your eyebrows where your wrinkles are...it looks like an M.

I thought you did it for Mother's Day."

Of course I did.

I spent hours pushing the furrows between my brows to look like an "M".

I am into holidays like that.

I even sported it yesterday for "M"emorial Day.

Happy very belated Mother's Day!

Losing A Little Excess Weight

It is over.

Exams.

Preschool.

Being the music teacher.

Being the creative movement teacher.

End of Grade testing.

Dance.

Dance Recital.

Deep cleansing breath.

Ahhhhhh.

I have so many things I have wanted to share.

So many posts that I have composed in my head.

I will be back tomorrow with lots of sharing.

Happy Memorial Day!